Past Times

When I close my eyes I can still picture me sitting on the edge of the seat with my hand on it no it ain’t no Draco but im a make it spit u know they be begging for peace once that bullet hit

I’m from New York you know she likes my accent 20k on designer you know that’s money well spent pulled up in a Honda left in a Benz u know I got mad money let’s not play pretend

But bitches be fake bitches be capping I’m with the gang and u know that we trapping reminiscing about the days where it was nothing but peace now I need a safe house to hide from the police

no it ain’t no Draco but im a make it spit u know they be begging for peace once that bullet hit round of shots ya we getting lit even if she tight I’m a make it fit

Out in Miami with two bitches one blonde one brunette I know my money and my chains make them wet they know I’m the same on and off that Percocet u know I don’t play no games I’m a vet

Staring at her body like it’s see through told her tell your friends to pop out to the avenue drunk bitches all saying there a fan don’t know what I got myself into this was not the plan got to pop a xan it’s a dark night got me felling like I’m Batman

No it ain’t no Draco but I’m a make it spit u know they be begging for peace once that bullet hit I be partying getting lit don’t take this as a joke this ain’t no skit